I’m tired.
I’m lonely.
and I’m exhausted attempting to make my Children’s Christmas as full of loving memories as mine was.
It‘s nearly impossible to replicate something that died with family members, divorce, and shared holidays.
Tears are worthless.
They change nothing.
And yet. The flow.
glistening in the twinkling christmas lights.
dead inside. But.
I will be happy. For my babes.
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